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— for Claudia

Criss cross apple sauce

do me a favor and get lost

while you’re at it drop dead

then come back without a head

my daughter sings for me

when I ask her what she learned in school today

as we drive from her mother’s house to mine.

She knows I like some things that rhyme.

She sings another she knows I like:

Trick or treat, trick or treat

give me something good to eat

if you don’t I don’t care

I’ll put apples in your underwear ....

Apples in your underwear — I like that more

than Lautremont’s umbrella

on the operating table, I say to her

and ask her if she sees the parallel.

She says no but she prefers the apples too.

Sitting on a bench

nothing to do

along come some boys — p.u., p.u., p.u.

my daughter sings,

my daughter with her buffalo-size heart,

my daughter brilliant and kind,

my daughter singing

as we drive from her mother’s house to mine.


Thomas Lux is an American poet who currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, where he is the Bourne Professor of Poetry at the Georgia Institute of Technology. Lux is the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship and three National Endowment Fellowships in Poetry as well as the prestigious Kingsley Tufts Award.
From the Southland, a collection of the essays that Lux wrote for the San Diego Reader over several years, is forthcoming from Marick Press. His most recent collection of poetry is God Particles, from Houghton Mifflin. “Criss Cross Apple Sauce” is from his New and Selected Poems: 1975–95, also published by Houghton Mifflin. It is reprinted by permission. The author’s photo is by Barnaby Hall.

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nan shartel March 23, 2011 @ 4:03 p.m.

like it ;-D

working on the feel of it... the Dr Seuss feel of it...the fruit dessert or pork and dressing feel of it

the light but substantial feel of it

like it ;-s

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